In middle when eyes open.
A cold sip sinks often.
Darkness keeps repeating.
A look & itself at seven.
Windows went bashing.
Doors wide & voice riven.
Screams out to hear.
cloud on it\'s moon daven.
A pillow was all i bare.
In wink all shine in lien.
Come to lap Aleem Nasir.
Just saw someone shriven.
@/££m NaSir 📝